9 Lonely People [Video]
[He's got the camera mostly facing himself, although it's backed up far enough away that you can, on occasion, catch flashes of his right hand holding a hex key or a strange little box wrench. Someone got an Erector set for Christmas. (And a nice new pair of white gloves, apparently, though some viewers might wonder why he's still wearing them inside.) Trowa looks deep in concentration, occasionally tilting his head to stare at something just off-screen.]
[Not so deep that he can't tell the Network what's on his mind, of course.]
...Santa didn't kill me. But he didn't bring anything. Other people did.
[Not that he seems too broken up about that. In fact, he sort of just sounds like he accepts it. If he's been too good to die, but still too bad to get Santa presents, then it makes sense that nothing should happen at all, doesn't it? Of course it does.]
[He grows silent for a little while, focusing on something and then raising whatever it is into the air where he can see it, closing one eye and squinting the other. After a few seconds of that, he sets it back down and thinks, twirling the tiny hex key between thumb and forefinger. It isn't until he comes to a decision and moves to resume his work that he continues talking.]
I got a train, but it was wrong. They're machines. It's not suppose' to have bug legs. That was bad. And the noise hurt. I didn't like that. It made real smoke, though. I took it outside.
[...He might have let it chase him around in the snow. Possibly even had a little bit of what might be considered a taste of 'fun'. Gasp!]
It's not there anymore. I think somebody stole it.
[That's right, Calendar Man. You don't scare him (yet). He just thinks you don't know how the hell a train works. The card was nice, at least. He kept that, even though he can't read it.]
This is good, too. This building-things toy.
[Trowa picks up his comm and turns it to point at the model he's just finished--some kind of jet--before pointing it at the flute sitting on the floor next to a telescope.]
I don't know what those are. They're dumb.
[Back to work.]
...I guess Christmas is okay. Maybe.
[Not so deep that he can't tell the Network what's on his mind, of course.]
...Santa didn't kill me. But he didn't bring anything. Other people did.
[Not that he seems too broken up about that. In fact, he sort of just sounds like he accepts it. If he's been too good to die, but still too bad to get Santa presents, then it makes sense that nothing should happen at all, doesn't it? Of course it does.]
[He grows silent for a little while, focusing on something and then raising whatever it is into the air where he can see it, closing one eye and squinting the other. After a few seconds of that, he sets it back down and thinks, twirling the tiny hex key between thumb and forefinger. It isn't until he comes to a decision and moves to resume his work that he continues talking.]
I got a train, but it was wrong. They're machines. It's not suppose' to have bug legs. That was bad. And the noise hurt. I didn't like that. It made real smoke, though. I took it outside.
[...He might have let it chase him around in the snow. Possibly even had a little bit of what might be considered a taste of 'fun'. Gasp!]
It's not there anymore. I think somebody stole it.
[That's right, Calendar Man. You don't scare him (yet). He just thinks you don't know how the hell a train works. The card was nice, at least. He kept that, even though he can't read it.]
This is good, too. This building-things toy.
[Trowa picks up his comm and turns it to point at the model he's just finished--some kind of jet--before pointing it at the flute sitting on the floor next to a telescope.]
I don't know what those are. They're dumb.
[Back to work.]
...I guess Christmas is okay. Maybe.